Casela left her office. The isochip tucked into a secret pocket in her uniform. She closed her eyes. She needed to get drunk. That worked right? It made you forget? By the non existant Gods of Betazed, if she could go back and do it over, she’d have made sure she died in that compound. Cobb and the crew were worth it, right? She didn’t read the file. It was for Cobb not her. There was a personal message in there too. She hoped Roebuck didn’t tell Cobb what this was going to cost her. What was the most ironic thing, she KNEW Zachariah, hell RYDER was going to be so flippin disappointed in her. She knew WHEN that happened, but not how and she didn’t want it to matter, but it did. She cursed in several languages as she walked into the lounge. Tonight it was empty. She went behind the bar, found the strongest bottle of liquer that was, took it and a glass and sat in the darkest corner of the lounge.

She hated drinking, it was disgusting, but eventually, and after too few, it didn’t matter anymore. She stopped using the glass too.

Lt. Synthier